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BE CAREFUL ETHEL

WRITTEN BY LEIGHROY MARSH  -  another book in the making...
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for kids aged 3/7 - it's a great little story....

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Static Island TopCat.flv

Music by Leighroy Marsh

Video by Peter Chapman

'dance to the Rythym'

'tap your feet'

'swing those hips'

and just have a great time!

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long awaited 'SPOOKY STORIES'

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the long awaited   'SPOOKY STORIES'   great children's tales aged from 7 upwards being recorded today for the audio book!!!!  
author/songwriter :   Leighroy Marsh
narrated by Steve Garry (an up and coming actor)
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One Legged Steve - Spooky Tales Collection

written Leighroy Marsh - AUTHOR/SONGWRITER 

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There is an old pirate called 'One Legged Steve'

Who lives in the same part of town that I do

There’s a sad sorry tale behind the strange name

And the reason that Stephen needs only one shoe!

Was it eaten by sharks?

Or 

Lost in the park?

Or 

Dropped down a well that was cold, wet and dark?


No!


The truth is more scarier, and really quite sad

And once you have heard it, you may understand

How this unlucky pirate, who wasn’t all bad

Never again, set foot off dry land.

Are you with me my crew? (arrgh) 

Well listen close

And I’ll tell you of One Legged Steve and the Ghost
On a dark stormy night, far out in the sea

Cap’n Steven was leaving the heaving to me,

I heaved and I ho’d like a good pirate should

But the storm was too fierce, and it split both the masts

Are you with me my crew? (arrrgh) they all said

And off we were carried, away from our course

Whilst I and the Captain held tight and stood fast

All through the night, the stormy wind blew

It took us away from the places we knew

Until close to an island our good ship did sink

And the captain and crew ended up in the sea

Swimming for shore, as fast as we could

With the clothes on our back and the shoes on our feet

But with nothing to drink - and no food to eat

As I gathered the crew who lay on the beach

Capt’n Stev’n was grieving his loss to the sea

It’s time to set forth and find us some bread

Are you with me my crew? (arrrgh) they all said.

With the beach to the east and the beach to the west

none of us knew - which way we should go.

So the rest of the pirates went straight for the trees

With the Capt’n and I as we thought that was best

We walked through the woods for almost a day,

With no map to guide us or show us the way

Capt’n Steven and I were left in the dark

When on the horizon the sun disappeared

And into the darkness we stumbled and fell

Without any torches, nor flint to make fire

We were lost, that is true with nowhere to hide

Are you with me my crew? (aaargh) they replied

We came to a clearing and laid down our bones,

On the cold, lumpy ground and tried to find rest

I couldn’t find ease on the un-comfy stones

We were tired, we were hungry, we mumbled and moaned

Then we saw in the woods, a strange eerie glow,

I soon felt the fear building up in my chest

As it spat from its lips….a spine chilling groan

It soon came upon us and in the moonlight

We saw its full terror – a hideous sight

Standing 3 meters tall, the ghost of a man

A pirate no less with a patch on his eye, 

An earring of gold - the size of a hand

A cutlass as long as the oars in a boat

Are you with me my crew? (arrrrrrrrrrrghh) and we ran

But the half decayed ghost was after our souls

And our tired hungry limbs, were no match for his

He screamed and he wailed and pursued us with rage

As we stumbled and bumped our way back through the wood

Screams from my crew – as they fell to his sword

(aaarrgh) cried the first

The second was worse

The third and fourth fell down dead with a curse

The fifth met his end, impaled on a tree

Until all that was left was the Captain and me

Then, the Skeletal Pirate had me in his sights

I ducked and I dodged and I bobbed and I weaved

I was too quick for him, and just out of reach

By chance, we found a way, out of the wood

And back to the wreckage washed up on the shore

To a small wooden boat which survived the mad storm 

And we frantically searched for a paddle or oar

We pushed out the boat and tried to climb in

But the ghost caught a hold of the poor Captains Leg

He dug in his nails, and I recoiled in horror

As he dragged the poor Captain back onto the beach

I raised up the oar that I held in my hand

And brought it down quick on the skeletal arm

It snapped like a twig and the Captain was free 

And I dragged him away from the Ghost Pirate’s reach.

We rowed for our lives, without stopping for breath

Til’ the Ghost on the Island was all but a speck

Then I looked at the wounds on the poor Captains leg.

Five puncture holes, at the base of the knee

A terrible wound, like nothing I’d seen

Blackened like frostbite, but warm to the touch

Oozing out puss, with the stench of gangrene 

The poor captain’s life was slipping away

If I didn’t act quick, He couldn’t be saved

I sharpened the oar on the side of the boat

And looked my poor Captain, straight in the eyes

“It’s time to be brave, my Cap’n” I said

And without any rum and for over an hour

I suffered his wails and his tears and his cries.

Each night ever since, the Captain awakes

In a feverish sweat, tormented by dreams

He is chased through the night by a skeletal ghost

And he stumbles on crutches, through dark lonely woods

With no-one to help him or stand at his stead

He cries out aloud “ Are you with me my crew”

(Aaaargh ) they reply – As they rise from the dead.

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